Leon Hale

Speaking of football, I have today finished early most everything I normally do on Sundays, so I can watch the Texans play Eli Manning and the New York Giants. The game starts at noon. Did I ever tell you about my brief experience as a sports writer? This was back in the ’60s, I think, […]
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When I first came to Houston to work and live, I somehow got acquainted right away with a couple of gamblers. Not big-time gamblers. They were members of a group that met on weekends and played poker. Two-bit limit. Sometimes pot limit. I had never gambled much but in the Army I at least got […]
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One of the customers writes that he was on vacation in England and saw a nice hair salon owned and operated by Leon Hale. I believe this is the first time I’ve heard about sharing a name with anybody in another country. It’s not unusual in the U.S. I used to correspond with a Leon […]
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Here at Winedale in Washington County we have one small hummingbird feeder and only three hummingbirds. To avoid thinking up cutesy names for these birds, call them A, B and C. Bird A thinks he owns the feeder. When the other birds approach it, he runs them off. He is not a healthy bird. He’s […]
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This morning about 9 o’clock I was standing on the tank dam here at the Winedale place and a puff of cool air hit me in the face. Lasted maybe two seconds. It was delicious. Our Grandma Hale used to talk about cool air pockets of this kind. Late in August she’d be sitting on […]
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On my blog a couple of posters have been swapping comments about the frustration involved in getting a novel made into a movie. I’m interested in that topic. Wonderful things happen in Hollywood. A movie based on one of my novels has been “in the making” for 42 years. The film rights to this story […]
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We’ve been talking about beer joints for several days. Maybe we ought to change to churches. Tell us about a church experience, good or bad, that you’ve had, one that remains special in your memory. OK, I’ll go first: The year I was in second grade my family lived in the town of Glen Rose […]
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The posters on this blog are off on an exchange about joints. Beer joints, that is. I better hurry and catch up. I’m a big fan of rural beer joints. Wrote a novel back in the ’70s about life and times around such an enterprise. Title of it, Bonney’s Place. Sometimes people still ask me […]
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